The flying hosts along—some pang too keen

For the immortal and transcendent pains

Of Hell to quench, was burning in their souls.

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III.

Slowly mine eyes pierced through the pallid light

That crowned the awful place, and then I saw

That which shall not be seen of mortal eye

Until the final day. I saw the vast

Black concourse of Inferno pouring in

From Hell's four sides, and gathering at the base

Of a stupendous mountain whose great crest

Towered high above the glare, and lost itself

In blackness. Never met such throng before

In Hell or Heaven. Flowing round the mount

Like a huge deluge, from afar they came,

And near. A dreadful sound was on mine ears,

As when the first great call of deep to deep

Broke on the natal silence, or as when

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